Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.